Me? Hmmm... well, how does 'potential serial killer' grab ya'?... Yeah, that doesn't sound so good does it...? I'm joking though (I think)...Slim, athletic, Uni edu-ed, one look at my photo will set your loins afire... aren't I lovely? Anyways, I'm far too British, just out to see the world after escaping from a burning cage of despair and captivity (mental note: too many 'fire' references) i.e. a relationship with the Ice Queen™ (There... frozen water to balance it out)... So yeah, I've missed out on a hand-full of years of freedom after making a STUPID! STUPID!!!! (STUPID!!) decision to marry someone I didn't love (or even really like that much for that matter), and I'm out to make up for it - only in a really low-key kinda' way...Not really out to prove anything or do anything (or anyONE for that matter) - just looking for someone who's fun to be around for a change with no commitments other than the occasional movie, late night drinking session or maybe catch a band or three...MUST be VERY laid back but not TOO laid back - that perfect laid-backedness that says "comfortably whatever but not Zzzzzzz", happy-go-lucky, MUST be funny... never taking life too seriously and flexible (No, this isn't the point where I get all weird and creepy... that comes later) So... yeah, flexible... I love my job... late hours, etc. Etc. Let's admit it! I'm the perfect date! Basically I pay for everything and you just enjoy the ride... hehe... and by "ride" I mean y'know... metaphorically speaking... the experience... not... y'know... nope. Didn't mean that... (rolls eyes)

First Date

Munchies! Okay, nothing says "date" like an awesome meal... (I re-discovered fine dining right after I relocated to Canada and haven't looked back since - Actually that's not entirely true, I've looked back several times in the past hour, so it's very obvious I'm a terrible liar) SO! Let's see... how's about 'table for two at some fancy restaurant' followed by yakking it up at a coffee shop?... before taking you back to meet my parents... KIDDING! Kidding... just kidding...

Or how about I whisk you away to my castle in the Bavarian Mountains... in Bavaria... we could feast on sweet meats and ride white horses through fields of poppies... the village children would dance gayly in the rat-infested streets singing tales of summer days and smallpox... maybe not smallpox though... something different but suitably European... possibly less contagious... Pretty horses though... no signs of malnutrician or lice... unlike the village children... OKAY! I'm whaffling!...sorry.

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